25: A Summons from the Past 

POV – Ava

I stared at the envelope in Dante’s hand.

Thick. Heavy. Marked with the sigil of the vampire elders.

A slow dread curled through my stomach, cold and unshakable.

It felt like a death sentence.

Dante hadn’t opened it yet.

He just stood there, gripping it tightly, his knuckles p...

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